In order to show his fairness, Professor Sprout decided to take it at random.

She casually pointed to the roster with her eyes closed, pointing to Crabbe's name.

"Mr. Vincent Crabbe, please answer this question." Professor Sprout said.

I didn't think much about it during the roll call, but after the roll call, Professor Sprout, who had always been kind and kind, couldn't help but start worrying about what to do if the kid couldn't answer the question and felt embarrassed, and whether it would affect his state of mind.

But there was no way to take back the name of this point, and Professor Sprout could only secretly hope in her heart that the child had read a little bit of the book, and she had already decided that even if Crabbe answered half of it correctly, no, one sentence correctly, she would give Slytherin a point of meaning.

And Hermione was still nervous that her opportunity to speak was snatched away, but when she heard that it was Crabbe's little fat boy, she couldn't help but be reassured.

If it was Draco, she might have worried about whether the other party would answer correctly and take the extra points, but Crabbe? Crabbe, the fat brother, only knows how to learn every day when he fishes and eats fragrant chicken in class, let alone answering such a tall question as a mandrake.

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but lean back tactically and looked at Crabbe with a confident posture.

But Crabbe gave her a big eye.

"Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative." Crabbe's reply was as smooth as if he had eaten Doraemon's memory bread: "To restore a person who has been transformed or who has been under a spell to his original state."

"Very good, Sletlinga ten!" Professor Sprout was overjoyed that there was such a surprise that the normally dull student had actually opened his mind, and there was nothing happier for a serious and responsible teacher. A happy smile spread across her chubby face, "Mandrakes are an important part of most antidotes, but they're also dangerous, and who's to say why?"

Crabbe simply raised his hand at the speed of grabbing food to eat.

"Hearing the cry of a mandrake can make a person faint and in severe cases die." He blurted out with some impatience.

"Great, great!" Professor Sprout couldn't help but applaud, "Looks like you're really doing your homework, Slytherin adding another ten."

Crabbe was overjoyed, for the first time in his life, he was complimented by his teacher.

"If you don't mind, can you share your learning experience with us? Dear Mr. Crabbe?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Well, it's all the work of His Highness Louis." Crabbe was still a child, and he confessed to Louis at once: "Your Highness has shared with us many ways to learn, and we have benefited a lot...... For example, Gregory and I, we are roommates, and when we are fine, we always check our homework, for example, yesterday when I went to bed and washed, he asked me about the role of mandrakes."

He paused for a moment to rest, then continued, "To be honest, I didn't quite remember this answer, so I strengthened it before going to bed and read it again this morning at dinner, so that I could answer your question fluently."

Now Crabbe's mentality has completely changed, and the teacher's affirmation has made him experience a feeling that he has never experienced before, which is a pleasure that touching fish and eating cannot bring him, and he is even beginning to enjoy learning a little now.

After all, no one wants to deduct points from the academy, and everyone wants to add points to the academy.

"To add another point to your honesty, it seems that Slytherin has really changed a lot under Mr. Mountbatten's management...... So, is your entire academy like this?" Professor Sprout finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

It should, probably, almost......

Hufflepuff was really left behind in all aspects.

Crabbe glanced at Louis wistfully, and when he saw him nod, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "That's right, Professor Sprout." At the end, he added with a smile, "Learning is really fun."

That's a lot of hanging rails

The entire Gryffindor House was looking at him like hell.

Think about it, there is a classmate in your class who has always been the tail of the crane, every day when Hang Erlang plays with his mobile phone in class, sleeps in class, sleeps late and skips class, and suddenly one day he says that he loves to study, wears glasses and holds a book to read in the class, and answers questions more actively than anyone else-

Think about it, did you have to knock the Earth into one comet to make him like this?

Now the Gryffindor classmates were in this mood, and they looked at Louis with a little more reverence in their eyes.

To be able to carve a piece of rotten wood into such a shape, Louis is also a scorpion poop - the only one.

"Very good, Mr. Mountbatten." Sprout gave a thumbs up, and then she said to her classmates, "Look, our mandrakes here are still very young."

She pointed to a row of dark pots, each leaning forward, trying to see better. Professor Sprout asked each person to take a basin and take it back to their place, and gave each person a pair of earmuffs.

"When I tell you to put them on, you must cover your ears tightly!" "When it's safe to take off the earmuffs, I'll give two thumbs up," Professor Sprout said.

Everyone did as they were told, and Louis didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly buckled up his ear bag.

The ear bag was particularly well insulated, and Louis immediately found that the sound outside was completely isolated, and watching Hermione and Ron in Gryffindor on the other side chatting was as comical as watching a pantomime - because Hermione punched Ron three times in the chest.

It seems that he definitely said something that shouldn't be said, which Hermione.

Professor Sprout put on a pair of earmuffs and rolled up his sleeves to pick up the mandrake.

Strange things happened, the ear bag with excellent sound insulation effect was useless at this time, and an extremely subtle but very poignant scream instantly penetrated the ear bag, piercing the eardrum a little painful.

The roots of the mandrake are like babies, but they are dry, numb, and not rounded at all.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the mandrake doll into it, and buried it with damp dark compost, leaving only the clumps of leaves exposed. She patted the dirt on her hands, gave everyone a thumbs up, and removed her ear tips.

"Our mandrakes are still just seedlings, and hearing their cries is not fatal." Her tone was calm, as if she had just watered a cactus instead of transplanting a dangerous plant: "However, it will make you unconscious for hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so be sure to wear earmuffs when you work, and when it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention."

Ron whispered to Harry, "Oh my God, I wish it was Snape's Potions class in a moment so I could deliberately hear the mandrake and miss the Potions class."

"You still have to learn what you need to learn, Ron." Harry disagreed with his best friend: "You can only escape once, but you can't escape forever."

"Okay, then I'll just try to study hard." Ron is actually just trying to be happy, and his best friend Harry is so hard at studying, in fact, he is not too embarrassed to mess up.

Meng's mother's choice of neighbors is still universal, and some people are really like this, and he is what he is like with whoever is around.

At Sprout's motion, everyone put back on the earmuffs and prepared to start transplanting the mandrake.

Louis pinched the leaves of the mandrake, took a deep breath and slammed it out, pulling out the doll and bringing out the mud.

It's really ugly up close, and it's really not as pleasing to the eye as the ginseng fruit doll in the TV series.

The mandrake doll screamed and struggled in Louis's hand, Louis looked a little insensitive, he secretly added an arc to his hand, the doll trembled, hurriedly broke away from Louis's hand, jumped into the basin himself, and stretched out his hand to point at his head.

Louis poured the compost into the pot, and the mandrake was very amuseful and smoothed the compost to almost the neck of the mandrake

The next one was left to Louis to do.

It's funny, Louis thought.

It seems that planting mandrakes is not a difficult task.

When he turned around, he saw Draco's finger bitten by a mandrake.

Louis shook his head, indicating that he didn't see it.

What do you say you are doing with your fingers on someone's mouth......

Neville didn't pass out like in the movies, and he was really skilled at picking up the mandrake and shoving it back.

Louis even saw a surging orange halo flickering on him.

"(Blocked low-level talents), Herbology (15), Swordsmanship (18)"

Louis was shocked, yes, isn't this mission goal coming? It's time for Neville Development to develop a path that suits him!

finally survived until the end of class, and the classmates from the two colleges were discouraged, and they all seemed to have yam eggs that had just been pulled out of the ground.

Sputlaw looked at the distant Slytherins and began to think carefully in his mind about the right person - who would take the lead to bring the new gospel to the Hufflepuffs.

The class was tight, the tasks were heavy, and the next class was extremely tightly scheduled—still a Transfiguration class with Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall waited in the classroom early, much to Louis's regret, Professor McGonagall didn't become a cat.

Ever since the students entered the classroom, Professor McGonagall had kept a straight face, especially after Ron and Harry had smashed the beetles that had been handed out to them - the class was required to turn them into buttons.

After reprimanding the two foolish brothers, there was another bong, and Louis saw Professor McGonagall visibly frightened, and when she turned her head to see that it was Seamus who had turned the beetle into a miniature bomb.

I have to say, in fact, this is also a kind of talent.

Deducting two points from Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall felt more and more that the students were not looking, so she paced over to Slytherin's side.

As a result, every Slytherin student managed to turn the beetle into a button perfectly, and Draco, who had never paid much attention to it in Transfiguration class, turned the button to perfection - there was even a golden snake coiled around it.

Professor McGonagall was overjoyed and gave Slytherin ten points on the spot in recognition of their collective performance.

Monday's class was very tight, and just after lunch and a not-so-sufficient nap, it was time for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Louis's resentment, he was still an acting professor last semester, and this semester he returned to the pre-liberation period overnight.

Uncomfortable.

Harry didn't seem to be very happy, because he had been pestered by the junior brother Colin Creevey for a long time at noon.

He was a good-natured man, and he was too embarrassed to say anything about Creevey's entanglement.

Due to Lockhart's personal narcissism, almost all of the books this guy gave his classmates were his "writings". Each student was holding seven books, which was really heavy for the little wizards - Lockhart's books were all hardcover editions with thick covers, and the weight was definitely not light.

Once the class was seated, Lockhart was late, cleared his throat to quiet the group, walked over to Neville, who was sitting in the first row, and held the book of Walking with Trolls in his hand, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover.

"Me." He pointed to his photograph and blinked as he did himself, "Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts, winner of the Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times, but I'm not going to talk about that, I'm not going to banish the Barron with a charming smile!"

He was waiting for everyone to laugh with him, but only a few responded to him.

Ron whispered to Harry, "But he's already talking about his."

"I see you've all bought my full set of works, which is great, but my sister Tifa won't be here until next week

Ts, so ...... I thought we'd do a quiz today, don't be afraid, just see how much you've read and how much you've understood Gilderoy Lockhart's writings......

He picked up a stack of papers, handed them out to the students one by one, and then returned to the podium, "Give you thirty minutes," he said, "So...... Let's get started!"

Louis looked at the volume, and sure enough, there were all sorts of boring questions written on it.

It's all fan-oriented, asking him about his favorite color, secret ambitions, and biggest achievements, all over three pages.

The last question is actually a special essay question: What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what do you think his ideal birthday present is? Explain your reasoning.

Louis frowned, he had already had an opinion about Lockhart, and now he looked at him more and more unpleasantly.

He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair with his arms folded.

When the Slytherin classmates saw his movements, they neatly put down the test papers in their hands and Louis's customized Slytherin *** Silver Snake fountain pens, and everyone had a non-violent and uncooperative attitude, either holding their arms or holding their arms on the table, in short, no one paid attention to Lockhart's test papers.